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Haystacks


And no drive is complete without looking for a haystack - not quite so pleasing when wrapped in plastic.

The farmland around here is so lush.

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  1. I haven't seen them wrapped in plastic before.

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  2. Ugh ... double ugh!! I so much prefer rusty corrugated iron.

    Whereabouts do you reckon?
    You dont have any labels on this lot.

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  3. oh they take the fun out of
    everything now.

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  4. Julie, we on a road out from Bega.

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  5. Yes, they are ugly - wrapped in plastic. But you photo did the best one could do with these, regarding the colours and the composition.:-)

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  6. ah, I agree - haystacks look better out of the plastic. Love the contrast though, of the plastic-wrapped hay with the beautiful scenery in the background.

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  7. I've never seen them wrapped in plastic before either.
    Sydney - City and Suburbs

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  8. Hay is often wrapped in plastic these days. I guess it saves having to store it in a shed. This was the first time I've had a chance to take a photo of them with a decent view.

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